?
Roseanne wasn''t sure if it was too much or too little.
Was it because Owen Reynolds hadn''t texted her back?
After all the dinner rolls were baked, Roseanne picked out 10 of the best ones, tucked them into a Ziploc bag, nning to drop them off at Owen Reynolds'' ce.
But after knocking for half a minute, the door remained closed.
She pulled out her phone, typing-
【Professor, are you home?】
This time, Owen Reynolds replied quickly:
【Came to theb】
Roseanne: 【I baked some crab-stuffed dinner rolls, saved you ten. Can you pick them up when you get back tonight?】
Owen Reynolds wanted to reply "No, thank you," but halfway through typing, he thought better of it. It seemed too cold, too dismissive, especially considering the girl had gone to the effort of baking and offering to bring them over...
It seemed rude.
And...
It made him feel oddly guilty.
【Alright.】
Roseanne put away her phone and went home.
After cleaning up the kitchen and barely sitting down without even a sip of water, Leda''s call came through-
"Girl! Where are my crab-stuffed rolls, are they ready?!"
"They''re ready, baked dozens of them. That should satisfy your craving, you glutton!"
Leda stepped out of herpany''s elevator, her heels clicking fiercely on the floor, almost wishing she could sprout wings and fly straight to Roseanne''s ce.
After pulling an all-nighter for a week, her project had finally wrapped up!
She couldn''t wait to leave the office a second longer.
"Shut up! You''re the one who''s always hungry! I''ll be there soon~" Leda cooed, her voice dripping with mock annoyance and excitement. Ending the call, she pocketed her phone, then abruptly stopped-N?velDrama.Org content rights.
"York?"
There he was, standing not too far away, hands in his pockets, scowling as if the world owed him millions.
"What are you doing here?" Leda raised an eyebrow as she approached him.
As the distance between them closed, his expression seemed even darker than she had anticipated.
"What, am I disturbing your little flirt session?" York snorted sarcastically, imitating her, "Shut up~"
Leda''s smile twitched: "Did you take your meds today?"
"I don''t need meds to not be as desperate as you, missy-" Leda: "..."
"Aw, in a hurry, are we? Since someone''s waiting for you, right? Go on then, I''ll step aside. Oh, and
maybe take off those heels, you''ll move faster barefoot, really.
Leda: "..." Where''s my knife?!
O.UMS
York: "I drove here. Need a ride? Don''t worry, it''s on the house."
"York, are you sick or something? Didn''t you say you''d move? Get out of my way, you''re wasting my time!"
Her crab-stuffed rolls were getting cold!
"Heh, then I''m not moving-" He deliberately stepped closer, grinning broadly.
Leda pushed him away without hesitation, "I''m warning you, don''t mess with me, or else—"
"Or what?"
"I''ll kick you so hard you''ll lose your third leg!"
York''s eyes went wide, his legs mped together, utterly shocked, "You... Are you even a woman?! How can you say something like that?!"
"What''s that got to do with being a woman? Since when can''t we speak our minds, regardless of gender?"
"..." He was at a loss for words.
Leda was growing impatient: "Move, I''ve got urgent matters to attend to!"
"Rushing off to see which little pup, huh?"
"Not... York, what''s gotten into you today? Why are you being so relentless? Enough already?!"
"You''re mad? I''ve been messaging
you for days, no replies. I call, and you don''t pick up! And here you are, acting all high and mighty! Tell me, which partner behaves like this, so irresponsible?"
Hearing this, Leda was even more exasperated-
"Those are messages? ''What are you doing? Have you eaten? Did you sleep?'' And then you send those ridiculous stickers, picking your nose, eating crap... How am I
supposed to respond to
swne
"
"Please, I''ve been swamped, working overtime for a week. I don''t have time for your nonsense today; I need to eat and rest!"